YOU CAN'T RECOGNIZE A VET JUST BY LOOKING

Sunday, November 11, 2012

He is the Cop on the Beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the Armored Personnel Carrier didn't run out of fuel. He is the Bar Room loudmouth whose behaviour is outweighed in the Cosmic Scales by Four Hours of Unparalleled bravery near the 38th Parallel in Korea. She is the Nurse who fought against futility in Da Nang and went to sleep sobbing every night for Two Solid Years. He is the POW who left one person and came aback another. He is the Drill Instructor who has never seen Combat, but has saved Countless Lives by turning No-Accounts into Marines. He is the Parade Riding Legionnaire who pins on his Ribbons and Medals with a Prosthetic Hand. He is the white haired Old Guy bagging groceries at the Supermarket -- Aggravatingly Slow!! -- who helped liberate a Nazi Death Camp.

Vets are Ordinary and Extra-Ordinary Human Beings who offered their life's Vital Years in the Service of their Country. They are Soldiers and Saviors and A Sword against the Darkness, and nothing more than the Finest, Greatest Testimony on behalf of the Finest, Greatest Nation ever known. We will NEVER be able to repay the debt of Gratitude that we owe.

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Very few blogs make me shiver when I read them. This one did. Thanks for making me more aware of the heros out there ... Hidden in common, everyday life. What would we do without them? 1488 days ago